Under the dawn of the falling sun
The lambs dance upon the flowers
Oh so white, they are immaculate
…and the fallen fruit, so sour!

With their meek gait,
Their tender fleece, they are so beautiful
While they frolic, graceful
And the meadows
Oh
Sorrowful!

And the pointed thorns
Aaaaaaaaaah
…their skin is torn
they bleed
on the rotten fruit
they feed.

Their cries, so pitiful
Red, they are
With blood,
Ah, painful
In the dirt
The mud.

And the sky
Oh
Mournful!

Written by : Iron 1994
Read by: Lynsey Camilleri
Performed by: John Micallef, LITHOMANCY